Water – the fluid of our birth
gives rise to us and life on Earth
gives us blue sky, oceans, and rainbow beams
gives rise to our thoughts, emotions, dreams
gives us oceans, rivers, lakes, and food
some say - even effects our tidal mood
where two storied towers once proudly stood
a community reaching tall to touch the sky
one north, the other south, pointing to heaven
they defined New York’s skyline for years 28
even had their own special zip code - 10048
like two fingers spread apart in a peace sign
iconic symbols of our human efforts divine
today, in their place, we find two waterfall pools
largest we have ever created with engineer tools
surrounded by green canopy of a grove of oak trees
shading visitors from sun with rustling loving leaves
voices of children of those lost, some yet unborn
as towers fell, remember names those they mourn
how beautiful to see our
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memorial
at Ground Zero
flowing and gurgling
with voices of loved ones
enshrined in etched bronze
2,983 names of those who left us
with their indelible fate filled words
as they called out to loved ones
to say
“I love you”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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